Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
UT,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.